From the Song Library
Initiative 297
I was travelin’ down the highway
As happy as a clam,
‘Til I got caught in a
Horrendous traffic jam.
Then I noticed right beside me,
There on the road,
A truck with nuclear waste
As its load.
It was bound for eastern Washington,
With Hanford as its goal,
And I shuddered as I thought of
The radioactive toll
It could take on people parked there
Just like sitting ducks
Exposed to radiation
From that idling truck.
Little did I know thousands more
Would come down the road,
Sent by DOE
With their cancer causing load.
What kind of government leaders
Would expose us to such harm
As when they sent troops to Iraq
Based on a false alarm.
Well, we’re going to stop those bureaucrats
In Washington D.C.
From sending any more waste here
To damage you and me.
Get out and tell folks everywhere
The danger that we face,
Work for 297,
Save us from more waste.